Firefly Glen The more I see I understand

I'm vague and I like to assume things~

She knew that Elwood knew where he was, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to find him the morning she went out to see for herself. If there was anything Sassafras could have done to bring Peregrine and Fox back from the dead she would have done it without a second thought, but @Shrike had gone of his own accord. She knew she had no right to sway fate and cross his path on purpose, but she hadn’t quite decided if she cared that she hadn’t a right to do it. And it might not matter, because she had no intention at all of coming close to the pack he called home.

Giving her legs a good stretch by allowing a lengthy, bounding stride, she traversed the glen with ease despite the great accumulation of snow. Kicking up a dusting of snow behind her, she zigged and zagged where she pleased. There was no mistaking her joy at being free from the alcove of the mountain and the icy grip winter had held during the month of January even if she felt the slightest twinge of anxiety. While she might inevitably miss being suffocated by stale air and the squashy confines of being shoved into a tight space with a throng of Redhawks and Blackthorns, she had taken the opportunity to stray as soon as physically possible. This particular brand of Stockholm syndrome had taken shallow roots indeed.

With the half-truth of scouting held close, she roamed where hints of prey or previously unseen landmarks led, and it was quite some time before she flopped herself to a worn scent-path and rubbed her pitch body in the snow. She committed to the action with a roll before heaving herself to her feet, giving her bladed hackles a shake, and bounding off in search of the animals that had passed through before her... straight in the northerly direction of Neverwinter Forest.